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				falling back in love with my muff
				Posted: Wed Feb 03, 2010 5:06 pm
				by chisa
				it has been a bit shagged since the tone pot went - which i replaced with a similar 100k pot but i think it was a bit shagged itself.  recently got a new 100k pot, soldered it in, and switched on.  i love my muff  

  having not used it for about 6 months i forgot how bowl churning a muff into a marshall sounds.  i am happy  

 
			 
			
					
				Re: falling back in love with my muff
				Posted: Wed Feb 03, 2010 5:10 pm
				by theshadowofseattle
				chisa wrote:i forgot how bowl churning a muff into a marshall sounds
wtf does "bowl" mean as an adverb?
 
			 
			
					
				
				Posted: Wed Feb 03, 2010 5:14 pm
				by endsjustifymeans
				clearly it sounds so heavy it churns bowls with sheer force of will.
			 
			
					
				
				Posted: Wed Feb 03, 2010 5:16 pm
				by Mages
				he's using "bowl churning" as an adjective for the sound of a muff into a marshall.  not bowl as an adverb to churning a muff into a marshall.
			 
			
					
				
				Posted: Wed Feb 03, 2010 5:17 pm
				by theshadowofseattle
				Well, that doesn't really make much sense either.
Bowel, maybe?
			 
			
					
				
				Posted: Wed Feb 03, 2010 5:19 pm
				by Mages
				that must have been what he meant.  lol, "bowl churning".
			 
			
					
				
				Posted: Wed Feb 03, 2010 5:24 pm
				by chisa
				only here would a missing "e" elicit such responses  

 
			 
			
					
				
				Posted: Wed Feb 03, 2010 5:30 pm
				by endsjustifymeans
				I was wondering why I couldn't get my bowl of oatmeal to start churning with my muff, yet it managed to cause me to soil myself twice...
			 
			
					
				
				Posted: Wed Feb 03, 2010 6:24 pm
				by aen
				Whats for breakfast I SHIT MY PANTS.
			 
			
					
				
				Posted: Wed Feb 03, 2010 6:25 pm
				by endsjustifymeans
				aen wrote:Whats for breakfast I SHIT MY PANTS.
You don't even want to know what the E.C. Thunder does to my bowels.
 
			 
			
					
				
				Posted: Wed Feb 03, 2010 9:59 pm
				by cobascis
				aen wrote:Whats for breakfast I SHIT MY PANTS.
lol irl
 
			 
			
					
				
				Posted: Wed Feb 03, 2010 10:22 pm
				by THEGREATJONZINI
				wow! you guys think too much......?
 
 
			 
			
					
				
				Posted: Wed Feb 03, 2010 10:28 pm
				by endsjustifymeans
				THEGREATJONZINI wrote:wow! you guys think too much......?
 

 
We've been accused of alot of things, but son... I think you just crossed a line.
 
			 
			
					
				
				Posted: Wed Feb 03, 2010 10:29 pm
				by Freddy V-C
				aen wrote:Whats for breakfast I SHIT MY PANTS.
I cried with laughter.
 
			 
			
					
				
				Posted: Wed Feb 03, 2010 11:47 pm
				by lank81
				Freddy V-C wrote:aen wrote:Whats for breakfast I SHIT MY PANTS.
I cried with laughter.
 
My wife just rolled her eyes and walked out of the room after I burst with a quick hardy laugh and explained why.
 
			 
			
					
				
				Posted: Thu Feb 04, 2010 1:38 am
				by aen
				Well, you know what o say the next time she asks whats fro breakfast.  Or lunch.  or dinner.
			 
			
					
				
				Posted: Thu Feb 04, 2010 1:58 am
				by lank81
				aen wrote:Well, you know what o say the next time she asks whats fro breakfast.  Or lunch.  or dinner.
She's Italian...it's one thing to joke but to make her angry...that dog house looks mighty cold outside 

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				Posted: Thu Feb 04, 2010 2:23 pm
				by avj
				I assumed he meant 
this little guy.
 
			 
			
					
				
				Posted: Thu Feb 04, 2010 2:41 pm
				by NickS
				theshadowofseattle wrote:Well, that doesn't really make much sense either.
Bowel, maybe?
>>Chester Bowles<< was the US ambassador to India, 1962-69. I have a newspaper clipping referring to him repeatedly as Chester Bowels.
You pr0bably didn't wish to know that.
 
			 
			
					
				
				Posted: Thu Feb 04, 2010 3:02 pm
				by laterallateral
				endsjustifymeans wrote:THEGREATJONZINI wrote:wow! you guys think too much......?
 

 
We've been accused of alot of things, but son... I think you just crossed a line.
 
If we thought any less this place would be like the internal dialog in a drummer's head.